A woman stood before a mirror, her jet black lashes wet with tears. She couldn't do it anymore. These walls, these people, her family. Her life. This wasn't what she wanted.
She remembered the gunshots and the vivid red blood. Why did he have to die?
Her brothers were waiting outside. Waiting for her. They hadn't cared about him. He was penniless, just another subordinate.
She pounded her fist on the vanity, *When did money start to matter so much?* she thought, *Didn't they have enough by now?* She looked at herself in the mirror. This would be the last time. The last time she would use her powers for them. She exhaled. After this, she would be dead to them. And if they tried to take her back- well, she'd sooner die.
*I will never let anyone use me ever again! Even,* she paused mid thought, *Even if it means I have to give up my brothers for now.* She looked up at the ceiling lights, *One day. One day they will realize how wrong our parents are. And I will be there for them.* She wanted to cry. She wanted to cry so badly. But she stopped herself. Her emotions were useless. There was no point in keeping them, not even love. No, she would never love again.